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Published: 2018-03-06 04:11:41 +0000 UTC; Views: 2035; Favourites: 24; Downloads: 0
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So I was talking with cause she wrote an awesome story about a drider and one of her characters. The drider was evil of course, but then we were chatting came to the conclusion that Sybil, if she was taur, may have be a drider. Thus I drew her as a daddy-long-legs drider. Note that I don't generally do animals and thus the spider part probably sucks. But the rest of it came out so pretty for such a quick image (I think this took me about 2 hours?). I was inspired by japanese ink drawings and wanted to not only get this done quickly for OC 31 Day March Challenge! but also highlight the fact that yes, Sybil is Japanese-American (Japanese parents, born in California). I didn't mean to make her look giant but it looks like she is sleepily towering over the world. Ah well. Hope ya'll like it!Related content
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oh my goodness, this is great! (sorry for taking so long to say something) she looks so pretty, and all her eyes look like soft blue jewels. her legs are so elegant too. she looks very elegant.
I imagine taur lear coming and visiting her with a fish or a rabbit as an offering and them just sitting and chatting about things.
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No problem! We have all been busy! I'm glad you like her! She came out very pretty and elegant here and I'm so happy with this design. Thank you for the inspiration!
"One...two...three..."
Her voice came out in soft whispers as she gazed at the water, one of her leg thin legs gently caressing the water, barely breaking the surface. She sighed to herself, leaning her head against her thin fingers as she counted each ripple, her eyes watching them expand and expand into nothingness, "Ten...eleven..."
Her top two eyes moved from the water to the distance, seeing the slightest twitch rippled through the strands of her web. However, she did not move, her other six eyes still on the water, "Fifteen...sixteen..." Her voice her trailed off into a calm silence before her lips parted into a small smile, a ghostly giggle escaping from them, "The cute...fluffy one...returns. With...a treat?"
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aw, you're welcome, but i didn't really do anything.
Lear made her way gingerly over the scatterings of cobwebs. "yes, because if i didn't bring you anything I'm not sure you'd eat. and don't call me fluffy." she lays the small reed net of fish down in front of her, and nods at the water. "productive day?"
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"Quiet...no intruders. More time to...think." She lifted her head from the rock perch and her thin hands, smiling seeing the nest of fish, her gaunt stomach growling. "You are...fluffy." She mused, another one of her eight long legs lifting up to nudge and prod along Lear's fur, "Fluffy, and..." Another leg moved up to delicately bop her nose, "Cute."
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Lear pushed the leg away, opening up the net and handing her a fish. She did lean forward to place a kiss on the crown of the dridders head. "Shut up and eat."
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"Aww...a sweet kiss." The dridder giggled softly and slowly, carefully took hold of the fish in her own weak arms, "How was...fluffys...day?" She asked before biting into the fish, injecting her venom into it in order to soften the fish into something she can manage to eat.
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"darn, you didn't turn into a prince." Lear settled down beside her, curling up in a ball. "I fished. that's about it." the taur closed her eyes and stared into space. "oh, and I might be pregnant."
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The dridder gasped (well more a weak wheeze), her jewel likes eyes watering, "I didn't? Awww, I am...dissapoint." While her pale face was pouting with thin pink lips quivering, one long leg splashed the water towards the Taur. She licked her lips with her small thin tongue, about to slurp up the melted stew within the fish before she paused, her eyes, all eight of them, lifting in surprise, "My my...!..." She studied Lear, leaning close to her, "do I predict...red hair...cute freckles...and a scrunched snooty button nose?"
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"as you should be." Lear flinched away from the water for a second, before settling again. however she looked up again at the dridders words. "are you... prediciting what my children will look like?" she blushed and looked away. "yeah... I guess. I doubt he'll want anything to do with them though."
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"I am...with utmost...accuracy." Sybil giggled softly, though her lips turned downwards just slightly into a frown, "A fool...he would be...if he doesn't want such...cute fluffy ones." One her long legs lifted from the water, shaking off any loose drops before oh so delicate moving some strands of hair affectionately away from Lear's face, before gently tapping under her chin, "Especially from such a...cute fluffy Lear".
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"well, almost completely accurate." Lear shrugged, staring down at the water and not looking up. "I haven't told him yet. I don't even know how to." she closed her eyes at Sybils touch.
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The dridder giggled again, a small, gentle smile returning to her pale face, "Perhaps...a surprise party?" She mused, stroking Lears' hair and cheeks with her thin leg, even tickling behind her fluffy ears, "Perhaps a...dinner for...three?"
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Lear rolled her eyes, ears twitching away from the touch. "you're enjoying this too much." she wasn't sure if she was talking about the touching or the idea of tormenting the father of her baby. "I don't want to humiliate him, then he'd for sure want nothing to do with it."
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Sybil released one of her ghostly giggles, finishing the pleasant meal that her fluffy taur had brought her, "Oh it...won't be...humiliating...maybe a...romantic picnic." Sybil lifted her head and her hands made a heart-shaped; it was probably the most active Lear has seen her, "A picnic...to tell him...of the cute fluffballs you have for him."
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Lear sighed in frustration and threw Sybil another fish. "it doesn't work like that Syb. he's already promised to someone else, and... i'm just a common forager, I don't stand a chance against a purebred. his father would kick me out if word got out about it... and it's not like the father would be willing to sacrifice his future for me... I'm a burden, can't you see that?" she buries her head in her hands. "I don't know what I was thinking... I'm not the type to get this involved with a guy, especially if it's not going to go anywhere. I'm so stupid."
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Sybil caught it in two of her legs, though she almost lost balance, "Oh...dear..." She frowned slightly, her eyes downcast as she tried to solve the unfortunate puzzle before her. There were many, many ways to confront the problem, some simple, others complex. As she lowered her hand and sunk her small fangs into the flaky meat, letting the toxins dissolve the insides of her meal, she pondered.
What would the head of her own tribe do?
Well that was simple; she would go brute force. Kill the so called 'promised one' in a suitably showy display and use pure strength to assert dominance over the new potential father in law. It was not an elegant solution and while Ira could certainly pull it off with much glee, Sybil doubted that even IF Lear wanted to do that, she was not strong enough to do it. It could easily lead to a civil war with the most amount of casualties and Lear was not so bloodthirsty.
Perhaps something similar...but much more subtle. Poison can certainly have it's uses, and if injected covertly enough, could be passed off as some lethal unfortunate illness of some kind. Then Lear could help her poor morning paramour and build herself up as suitable mate despite not be being a...'purebred'.
This would certainly be another solution.
A little more complex and could end up being rather messy, depending on the toxin, but the result would be less likely to lead to civil war. If the potential father-in-law still proved less than cooperative, well a diluted dose would be enough to make him a bit more amenable. He would simply be too fatigued to put up any sort of objection. The number of casualties would be one, perhaps two. Minimal.
Ah...yes. This could work. Hardly a difficult problem to solve. The only 'hard' part would be developing the toxin to mimic the symptoms of some dreadful illness common to the area. That would also be the most exciting part.
Sybil lifted her head, parting her lips of this solution, however, once seeing the distraught form of her friend, she thought better of it. Lear did not need such calculating pragmatism.
She needed comfort, the comfort of a friend.
"You are not...stupid, dear fluffy one...nor a burden." This time her hand lifted and slowly moved to gently run her thin fingers along the freckled cheek of her friend, "You are much more than...you give yourself credit." Sybil managed a small smile, "Those who...doubt you...are fools. Also...perhaps you need to...let the father...think on his own feelings." She nodded to herself; if Lear could appeal to the snobby yet earnest paramour, then that would further simplify things, "If...he proves himself...so...dull, then maybe..." Her eight eyes twinkled, "You could...join a...different tribe."
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"Of course I'm stupid!" Lear snapped, ears flattening angrily. "I was stupid to think anyone would ever-
her voice cracks and she turns her head away fiercely, not wanting to show her tears. "w--hat idiot thinks a leaders son who already has a promised mate would- would-"
she took a deep breath. "all males are the same, they use you and then throw you away, and I was stupid to think he was going to be different."
she tried to calm herself down before speaking again. "another tribe? I... I don't know if I could. I'd be leaving all of my friends, and my family... but." she looked down at the ground. "I guess I won't have a choice, will I? if they're probably going to kick me out anyway."
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Sybil thin lips tilted downwards, a small sliver of a frown on her pale face at that sharp outburst. She must've miscalculated the effect of her words. Not wanting to further distress her friend, she stayed serenely silent. Once Lear appeared calm, she parted her lips, "It would be...a hard...adjustment. The tribe I am...thinking of is small, and made up of different taurs. Some...fluffy like you...others scaly." She thought of their newest member, the clumsy, lovestruck Tristan, as her personal favorite, the big and happy Orsin, "Some of them are... very friendly. Others..." She snickered softly, thinking of the spastic kitten taur Cana and her untamed tongue, "Just...loud. But...you would be...welcomed. Think of it...as a...place to escape to...should you need it."
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Excellent work friend I congratulate you as always awesome OC
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Sybil is best, and all the spider eyes really suit her!
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Those eyes were super fun to do!
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I believe that immediately XD I love coloring eyes!
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Aw Sybil is so cute, I love how relaxed she looks, nice work with the spider part of her body!
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Hehe she is a lazy spider and thanks! I never drew a taur before, much less a drider, so I'm happy that part came out well!
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i had no idea what a drider is so i had to google lol. but it fits Sybil!! XD
hehe frappe and i have said a long time ago that spiders fit my personality, so it's nice to see i share some similarity with Sybil again~
ooh i definitely see the japanese influence here and i like it! makes Sybil really look like an akuma of sorts.
i know you didn't have much time to finish it but sybil kinda blends in with the background though. almost didn't see her when she appeared in my notifications! ><
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I updated the background so I think she pops up a little more. Thankfully I still had the layered out version!
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yay looks better! XD
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